User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140729155901/@comment-2246928-20140729230228

''Reis opens his mouth to speak just as the first four vermin loom into sight, dashing full-speed at the otters with blades drawn. A searat with golden teeth cackles wickedly, swinging a shining scimitar as he nears ever closer to Ondroh. Reis stops, pulling out a short-sword as he muttered to Ondroh, his eyes on the approaching vermin.'' "Too late now, mate." ''He ducked as a stoat swung an axe towards him, driving his sword into the vermin's gut. The searat swipes his scimitar at Ondroh testily, carving the air.'' "Don't tell me yer fright'n'd, liddle riverdog!"